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| Some Trip |
The ferry is pulling away from the ferry dock in Friday
Harbor and my son Zak is crying.
“Daddy?” he says as he tries to hold back his tears.
“Yes honey?” I say.
“I miss Bob and Shari and Sydney and Annie.”
“I know honey, I miss them too.” I say.
“Daddy?” he says again, regaining a little composure.
“Yes honey?” I say again.
“Does mommy and Ellie miss Bob and Shari and Sydney and
Annie too?”
“Yes honey, they do.” I say as the ferry carries our friends
away.
“Daddy?” he says again as we walk down the pier to our boat.
“Yes honey?” I say again in a well practiced tone.
“Does ‘Ghost’ miss them too?” he says as we stop to wave
good-bye one last time.
“Oh yes honey, it sure does.” I say as I squeeze his little
hand a little tighter. “It sure does!”
Harbor and my son Zak is crying.
“Daddy?” he says as he tries to hold back his tears.
“Yes honey?” I say.
“I miss Bob and Shari and Sydney and Annie.”
“I know honey, I miss them too.” I say.
“Daddy?” he says again, regaining a little composure.
“Yes honey?” I say again.
“Does mommy and Ellie miss Bob and Shari and Sydney and
Annie too?”
“Yes honey, they do.” I say as the ferry carries our friends
away.
“Daddy?” he says again as we walk down the pier to our boat.
“Yes honey?” I say again in a well practiced tone.
“Does ‘Ghost’ miss them too?” he says as we stop to wave
good-bye one last time.
“Oh yes honey, it sure does.” I say as I squeeze his little
hand a little tighter. “It sure does!”
